A fresh Memory of Long Ago

Early on in my rediscovery of BDSM. I knew all my life, I loved toying with women’s hair. I’d heard of the fetish of hair pulling. But had never really tried it.... One night in Chicago with a absolutely beautiful tall, long haired blonde. A friend that I was visiting while in a business trip. I was sitting in her car. I had brought her a piece of woodworking equipment of all things (her craft hobby). She asked me how much did she owe me. It was dark, in a quiet parking lot, both full from a good meal. I thought for a moment and out of just being bold, said “if I may pull your hair?” She smiled, turned her head away from me, leaned back a bit and said “I really like it at the base.”.... Trembling, I reached for her golden Long straight hair. Almost Electric when I touched. I started slowly toying and stroking... wrapping my fingers. Twisting it around and around one or two fingers. Drawing her in... not a word spoken. I kept slowly, ever so slowly. Increasing the strength and the boldness of my fingers... twisting, twirling, wrapping. Then letting it fall. Tugging a bit. Listening to her breathing. Watching her tall frame, even though sitting in a car. I could see her chest rising a bit. Her breathing becoming measured. I concentrated at the base of her head. Twist all of my fingers into her hair, wrapping it up. Further and further. Feeling every strain in my grasp. Until I was tight against her nape. I increased my pull, as if I was trying to talk to her through my fingers. Scared of how I felt. Of how she was feeling. Was I hurting her?The pressure in my fingers was measured in micro movements. I began to release her hair letting it trail away. She started to shudder. I felt it through her hair... her breathing and body becoming this glow in my fingers. Again I reeled in her hair.... over and over I did this. Each with more pressure. Flexing my fingers so each point was a moment burst of a deeper pull or release. Her chest heaving. I leaned in, whispered “release”........ To this day. I can still feel her. She exploding, a guttural squeak uttered. Then she collapsed back into me....... The windows fogged, the heat in car, the glow of parking lot lights. This woman whom I mostly knew from online chat. This new world of BDSM that I knew of but NO one ever discussed. We sat like this for what seemed all night. She glowing from her orgasm....  I from a Dominate head rush.....

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